By Ken Storen ’92

The 18-month-old boy named Tiisetso weighed 6 pounds, struggled to breathe and was covered in sores. His legs were pencil-thin. My friend, a local government social worker, told me she had found him in an old grain hut. He was sitting alone in the dark, shivering. She was told that he survived on scraps of food tossed to him by his 4-year-old cousin. His neighbors reported that they would hear him outside on cold rainy nights, left there by his uncle to die, only to find him huddled, whimpering, against the hut wall the next morning.…

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